I heard the springs of my mattress squeek gently, and I looked over my
shoulder to see Prince jumping up there to sniff at my pants. "What are
you up to, Mr. Frisky?" I grinned. But he was too busy 'searching' to
answer me. That's when he bit into my back pocket and started eating the
brownie out of it. He pulled it out and was chomping down on it so fast
that there was simply no time to save it. Besides, the second I stepped
closer, he froze, got down on his front legs, and was just waiting to
start the chase. There'd be NO way for me to catch him. No way at all.
"Ah, just eat it." I sighed. "Damn dog."

My mom gave me a sandwich to take with me before leaving the house.
Never once did I mention that I had gone to the old gas station instead
of eating in the mess hall, and yet, she could tell I hadn't eaten. Her
motherly instincts had kicked in, just from the few minutes I had spent
there. Since my other snack has just been devoured by our new
'tenant'...I guess I should be thankful. So I took it, gave my mom a
kiss on the cheek, and I made the ten minute walk back to camp.

If anyone had mentioned the disturbance this morning to my father...he
didn't say anything to me. Which struck me as odd, because I was almost
one hundred percent SURE that Brother Chris would have tossed out
some kind of mild tantrum at the events caused by Cyrus and his group.
But instead, my dad just quietly rustled through a few papers, and
handed me a map. "Wes, I want you to look closely at this red line here,
ok?" He said. "You and Mr. Rigby are going to take Father Swanson's kids
on a nature hike from 'here'...all the way to 'here', and then you will
circle around to cross the creek. That should bring you back pretty much
right where you started." He handed me a compass. "Now Mr. Rigby has
taken this hike many times before, but just in case anything happens, I
wanna know that you can find your way home. Ok?"

I nodded, and he led me over to Mr. Rigby and about ten youngsters
around the age of eight. We were just waiting for another boy or two,
and then we'd be off. I was certain that I'd be aggrivated with Mr.
Rigby's faked enthusiasm within the first fifteen minutes, but thankful
that it would be focused more on the kids instead of myself. So I could
easily tune him out and just enjoy the exercise for a while. I had a lot
of things on my mind these days. Much more than usual. And with the
hidden doors to my own psyche that Cyrus had suddenly 'opened up' for
me, I felt as though I had an entirely new terrain of self to discover.
It kept me in a daydreamed daze off and on through the entire morning. I
had yet to figure out if I liked that or not. But at least it wasn't
boring.

As another boy or two came over to join us, I saw Kyla sorta shuffle her
way towards our group. She looked like SHIT! Pale, almost transparent,
with her eyes half closed, her hair matted down and messy, and her face
was so devoid of a smile that she didn't even resemble the happy
girl I had seen at the party last night. As she approached, a taunting
grin crossed my lips. "Kyla...well YOU certainly look well!"

"Thanks." She said with a snotty tilt of her head. She didn't move too
quickly, and her eyes were bloodshot, like she was fighting off a
headache sent from Hades himself.

"Have a hard time waking up this morning?" I grinned. And Mr. rigby ran
a hand over the top of her head. Like THAT was gonna comfort her.

"Actually...I had some bad food or something yesterday. So I'm
kinda sick." She said, stressing the point with her eyes as if to tell
me to keep my mouth shut.

"Really now? Awww, that's a shame. You should be more careful with that
stuff. Lucky for you....God was watching last night." I
teased.

"Yeah...lucky me." She pretended to scratch the edge of her
eyebrow...using her middle finger to flip me off in secret.

"Alright everybody, I count 14, I believe that's all we have going with
us." Mr. Rigby said, his vice already reaching that annoying
'kiddie-friendly' pitch. "Let's go and see some God's creation, shall
we." I think he meant for that to be some kind of a witty joke.
Sighhhh...whatever. "Care to join us, Kyla? I'm sure the fresh air will
help you feel better."

"Not this time, Mr. Rigby. Thanks though." Then she turned to me with a
smile of her own. "Have fun, Wes."

I mouthed the word 'bitch' in her direction, but she was much too
satisfied with my punishment to care. She waved goodbye happily as the
group of kids practically dragged me off into the wilderness with them.
And as if that weren't enough suffering...there was more singing
involved. Songs to walk by...how pleasant. I swear, if THIS isn't
hell...I don't EVER want to find out what place could be worse!

The entire hike was scheduled to be an hour and a half long altogether,
with an additional half hour added for us to find an open spot and have
lunch. Mr. Rigby walked in front to lead the way, and I brought up the
rear, making sure we didn't have any stragglers or kids that might
wander off the path. Again...I was lucky enough to simply act as an
assisstant and not have to worry about interacting too heavily with what
was going on. Of course, a REAL blessing would be to not have to be here
at all, and going back to spend more time with Casey at the gas station
mini store. But I guess you have to take your good fortunes where you
can get them. We had been walking for about 40 minutes when this awful
smell kinda blew down on us from out of the woods. All of the children
turned their faces up, but we kept going. Hoping to get past it and
leave whatever it was behind. But as Mr. Rigby checked the map and took
a turn down a different path, we became aware of a huge lump laying
right in the middle of the road ahead of us.

We walked closer. We didn't have much of an alternative. It was the only
road that had been mapped out for the hike. The forrest was so thick
that we might have gotten lost going any other way. The smell got worse
as we got closer to it, and the sound of flies and gnats were filling
our ears. Whatever it was....it was quite dead. And despite Mr. Rigby's
attempts to keep the kids from looking at it too closely, the 'gross
factor' alone held their interest steady like a powerful magnet. All
heads turned as we got close enough to walk past it. Almost having to
step over it in the road. The smell was so strong that the kids
pulled the collars of their shirts up over their noses and wrinkled up
their foreheads in disgust. Shit..it really just REEKED!

It was a deer. A pretty big one at that. But it had evidently been
attacked by some kind of large animal while walking across this
particular path. I looked closely at it....laying there stiff. It must
have only been dead for a couple of hours or so, because it still looked
wet with blood. The flies had descended upon the souless carcass in a
giant swarm, and the constant hum of their wings was almost deafening. I
used my hands to sort of shuffle the young ones past the body, but
couldn't help but look myself at the carnage before me. It looked as if
the deer had been ripped open. The stomach split in two, the legs
splayed obscenely apart. I saw scratch marks all over its back and
sides. Teeth marks everywhere. "Eeewwwww...." The kids moaned in
unison, fascinated by the gore, but repelled by the sight of it. There
were huge gashes where some beast's claws had struck it across its
face...and one of the eyes were missing. The side of the deer had been
eaten, the flesh and muscle torn from the body in shreds, as if in
desperation of hunger. And there seemed to be savage teeth marks
embedded in the bone itself, especially around the deer's exposed ribs.
Some of the marks were done with such force, that the bones had
'cracked' open, giving whatever creature that did this a second
meal from the tastey marrow inside. The smell was so repugnant that you
could practically taste it on the roof of your own mouth, and it nearly
made you gag. There was a large black patch surrounding the animal where
its blood had saturated the ground, and the mouth was slightly open.
Almost as if in a silent scream for help. It was a disturbing thing to
see. So disturbing in fact...that it took a few seconds to pull my eyes
away from it. And when I finally found the courage to look elsewhere, I
saw a trail of broken branches and dented trees. Stopping right where
the deer's body was lying. Something had CHASED this animal
before chowing down on its parts. Something........

....Big.

"Let's keep moving, children. Come on now. Give this creature its
peace." Mr. Rigby said. "Wes?" I didn't answer, still staring into the
single glistening eye of the deer...as thought it were staring back at
me. Warning me. "Wes?"

I snapped out of it. "Yeah?"

"We should keep moving." He lightly patted me on the shoulder, and I
walked off with him. I didn't look back, hoping to wipe the ghastly
image clean from my mind. But I heard a rustling in the trees off in the
distance. And as I tried to peer through the foliage and walk at the
same time, I could have sworn that I saw several large black
shapes disappear right in front of me. It was like they were watching us
at first, and then vanished the second my eyes had taken notice of them.
A chill ran through me, and I sped up my walk as well as the rest of the
children. If there was a wild animal out there capable of doing that
amount of damage to a single deer...I certainly didn't want to have to
face it myself.

I couldn't get back to camp fast enough that afternoon. I spent the rest
of the hike looking over my shoulder, the paranoia practically eating me
alive. I suspected every noise, every broken branch, every sudden
silence, or rustled leaf through a summer wind, to be the end of us all.
I had even picked up a stick along the way. Making it look like I
was using it as a walking stick. But in reality, I was prepared to use
it as a weapon if I had to. The chill that I got seeing those mishapen
forms in the trees that day stayed with me for the next unsettling hour.
I could hardly eat the lunch I brought with me.

Coming back to the lodge, I met up with Kyla, who was looking a hell of
a lot better than she did that morning. She had even gotten her smile
back. "Enjoy your hike?"

"As much as could be expected, considering I stumbled across one of the
most disgusting sights of my life."

"Ooh...this sounds interesting." She said.

"Not so much 'interesting' as it is 'morbid'. There was this big dead
deer in the middle of the path. It looked like it had been ripped apart.
It was SO nasty! I certainly hope that's not part of the 'tour' for the
next group of kids they take past there."

"Ah, I see. It happens sometimes around here." She said, unphased by the
whole thing evidently. "Every now and then they find a deer or something
that got hit by a car or hunted by some wacko out of season..."

"No...this wasn't a car that hit it. It certainly wasn't a
bullet. It was like...teeth, and claws...and just..."

"Well deer aren't necessarily the top of the food chain around here.
Sometimes they find bodies like that laying around, half eaten. Like I
said...it happens."

"So what do they do about it?" I asked.

"They don't do anything. It's the natural order of things, I
suppose. Usually, whenever somebody goes back to move the body off of
the road, it's already gone." She shrugged her shoulders casually. "If
you were to walk along that same path the same time tomorrow, I
guarantee you that whatever animals did that will have dragged it off
someplace else by then." She saw the look on my face and playfully
slugged me in the shoulder. "C'mon, don't get so spooked. You act like
there was a conspiracy or something to kill it. Let it go. It's
an animal...nature will make more." She said it with such ease. As
though there was this total disregard for its existence. But I suppose
she was a bit more use to that level of carnage than I was. Maybe I'll
grow desensitized to it myself one day.

"They're getting ready to serve supper soon, Wesley...you coming?" I
heard Freddy's voice over my shoulder, and turned to see him with that
same shy smile that he always wore when it came to talking to me. "Hi."
He said, looking briefly in Kyla's direction. I might have thought for a
moment that Freddy would be slightly jealous of me standing here talking
to a girl. But he wasn't. Not in the least. And it made me wonder if
maybe he had me pegged as one of the players on his team from the
very beginning.

"Yeah...sure...I'll be by in a minute." I answered, and he said goodbye
to both of us as he walked away.

Kyla looked over at me and smiled. "Well isn't THAT special?"

"What?" I snapped back quickly, and she just giggled to herself.
"WHAT?"

"Nothing. Hehehe!"

"We're JUST friends!"

"Yeah? Well you better tell him that before he tries to see just
how 'friendly' you can get, cutie pie." She teased, and we started
walking towards the mess hall together. "So...are you coming out to
Rainbow's End with me tonight?"

"AGAIN? I would have thought you had gotten enough of that place for a
while after what happened last night."

"Not hardly. When you fall off the wagon, you've gotta get right back on
and...um...keep drinking...or whatever." She laughed. "So...? Are you
coming or not?"

"I don't know."

"Come on. you've already developed a bit of a routine with the folks.
You've come home sober and at a decent time of night, and you always get
up the next morning for camp like a good little soldier. I doubt they'll
even ask where you're going tonight. You're safe." She said, cuddling a
bit up to my arm.

I thought about what happened last night, and what happened with Cyrus
and his gang this morning. I had been pushed around, embarrassed, almost
beaten up. More importantly, a lot of people might have seen me leave
with Sebastian last night and go walking off into the woods. I don't
know...I just...I didn't want to face them all again so soon. "I don't
think so. Not tonight. You go ahead and have fun."

"Oh, I plan to. Believe me. I have a few new 'itches' to scratch with
those friends of yours. Hehehe!" She laughed with a slight sensual
groan, and let go of my arm as she strolled off to enter the mess hall.
It brought back flashes of her with the twins, and it truly aroused
every inch of me, thinking that tonight she'd get to do it again. I was
almost tempted to go back to Rainbow's End just to get a chance to
watch.

My father sat next to me at dinner that evening, which was a hidden
blessing because it kept Freddy at bay. I don't know why I wanted to
avoid him so badly when I should be embracing every advance he made
towards me. He was certainly cute enough. Looking at him across the
room, now that the thought was firmly placed in my mind, he was REALLY
cute. I'm just...not in love. How stupid is that? He's gay, he's cute,
he likes me, we're both available...and I just can't seem to get my
heart to feel the same way with him as it does with Casey. A boy who may
be just as untouchable as the moon itself. Then there's
Sebastian...who's sexual pull forces me to want him with every fiber of
my being without wanting or needing to know anything about him at
all. It's this lustful desire to simply intertwine my body with
his and release all of the sexual frustration he causes just by being in
the same area as me. The need to love Casey, the need screw
Sebastian...Freddy wasn't far enough on either side to really spark any
feelings in me. And I guess, inside, I kinda felt bad about that.

When dinner was done and everyone was filing out of the eating area, my
father said goodnight to his friends and walked back to the truck with
me to drive me home. It had gotten dark rather quickly, and he was
intent on getting me home safely. Despite our conflicts at the beginning
of this trip, he seemed to be easing up the reigns a little bit. Letting
me breathe a little easier. It was beginning to feel less like a
punishment and more like a family outing. Then again...Cyrus, Kyla,
Casey, Sebastian, and Freddy, had all provided different experiences for
me that made this vacation a lot more interesting. Much more interesting
than any I could have gotten at home. So maybe it was my perspective
that was making things more bearable these days. We drove up in the
drive way, and went inside for the night. My Mom and Nick were working
to clean the kitchen. It looked like it was going to be another quiet
evening around the house for all of us.

We didn't say much to one another that night. I guess he was too
stubborn to let me know he was proud of my efforts, and I was too
stubborn to admit that I was beginning to like this place. Somehow...our
silence seemed to convey the message clearly enough, and we stayed out
of each other's hair. A few hours had passed, and I had settled back
into my room with the door half closed. Just closed enough to keep
people out, just open enough to keep them from thinking I'm 'up to
something'. And I sat on the floor listening to music while lost in my
thoughts. The more I tried NOT to think about it, the harder it pushed
its way into my mind. Rainbow's End seemed to be 'calling' me. And what
started as a gentle pull, a nudge in the back of my thoughts, was
swiftly turning into an intense 'yank' with me having to hold onto the
ground to keep from being pulled off my feet. It was all I could think
about. The air, the fire, the partying teenagers, the passion of
it all. The freedom. They were out there having fun...right NOW!
Kyla was probably already twisted up with two nude twin hotties in a
cave, being entered and pleasured beyond anything she could have ever
imagined. I wanted to be there. I wanted to see it, even if I didn't
participate. There were many times when I stared at the window of my
room...wonderng if I could sneak out and go. JUST for a little while. It
was an addiction, and I found myself a fiend for the wreckless behavior
that that little cut-away from society held in its grasp. But I stayed.
I fought every inner urge that tempted me, and I stayed in my room.

It was about 11:30 when I heard my Dad get up and go to bed. I walked
out into the kitchen to grab a quick drink of water, and saw Nick asleep
on the couch in front of the tv. My mom was lovingly stroking his hair,
and smiled at me as she saw my face emerge from the bedroom. The puppy,
now that his number one playmate was asleep, trotted happily over to see
what I was up to. Sniffing at my sock feet and running little circles
around my legs. Everything was so normal while I took down the glass of
water in a few gulps. But when I put the glass back down on the
counter...I noticed the puppy's attention was no longer centered on me.
Nor was it centered on anyone else in the living room. I looked down,
and Prince was staring intently towards the back door. Unmoving, but
focused. "What's up with you tonight?" I said, but Prince didn't
move. Then I heard a young growl rumble in his stomach, a few gruff
barks escaping his lips. "What's wrong?" Prince backed up a few steps
from the door, and growled again. His bark a bit louder this time.

My mom turned her head to see what was going on, and I looked forward at
the door to see if I could figure out what had the dog so creeped out. I
couldn't see anything through the window of the back door, so I started
to walk towards it. Prince barked out loud this time, showing his
little front teeth. Almost as if ready to fight, but still backing away
from the door. "Shhhhh!" I told him, and opened the back door to look
outside. I still couldn't see anything.

Prince began barking again between whimpers, and Nick woke up rubbing
his eyes to see what was up. I walked further out on the back porch,
looking out into the darkness surrounding the cabin. I was dead still,
trying to 'reach out' my hearing to see if something could catch my
attention. I strained my eyes, seeing if I could find some kind of
movement. But as the cool night air blew around me, I didn't see or hear
anything more than rustling leaves. "Hello?" I said, wondering if maybe
someone was just walking past the house. "Is somebody out there?" No
answer.

It was strange, but evidently Prince could see something that I couldn't
see, because he was still staring out into the darkness. The wind around
me got colder, and I felt a shiver go through my body as goosebumps
raised up on my skin. Prince barked again, his high pitched puppy
yelling causing me to turn around and hush him before he woke up my dad.
Then, when I turned back to look out into the trees behind our house, I
could have sworn I had seen....'sparkles'.
Little...glowing...orbs. Like...'eyes'. Watching me. Glowing in the
dark. I had only noticed them for a brief FLASH, but by the time my eyes
had focused on them they were gone. "Hello???" I said again. No answer.
But I got the feeling that something was out there. That kind of sixth
sense that taps you on the shoulder and lets you know when something is
wrong. That level of paranoia that I had experienced in the woods
earlier that afternoon all came rushing back at me at once, and I felt a
surge of sudden fear rush through me. I backed up swiftly and went into
the house, shutting the door with the kind of involuntary knee jerk
reaction that someone would get to having a giant spider land in their
lap.

"Yeah. I'm sure. It must have just been a raccoon or something, that's
all." I just didn't want it on my mind anymore. I was worried that it
would frighten me more than I could handle if I did. So I did what I
always did...I pushed the thought aside, and went to bed.

The adrenaline in my heart died down after a half hour of listenng for
noises outside. Still wondering if I had really seen something, or if my
head was playing tricks on me. It was the last thing on my mind when I
finally fell asleep that night. The faint glimpse of those glowing orbs
staring back at me out of the darkness. Surrounded by a team of 'hard to
make out' silhouettes that knew I could see them...and dared me
to admit it.

What I could remember before waking up the next morning came back to me
in vivid color. Pieced together memories of the most intense dream that
I have ever had. Ever. Upon opening my eyes, I could fel my whole body
tingling on the very razor sharp EDGE of orgasm! If I had done so much
as moved my finger....I would have gushed over with every wet
liquid that my young body could spare. Even my eyelids tingled with a
ticklish energy that threatened to push me towards a sticky climax with
so much as a dirty thought. I could feel my body calming down little by
little, but the pending explosion was standing ready at the gates. As my
breathing returned to normal, I began to relax a little bit. My erection
ceased to spasm and throb with as much urgency, and I allowed my mind to
wander back to the dream I had just experienced. So real, so
unbelievably crisp and clear...that my body had no chance of
being able to tell the difference.

The dream was about Casey, and there was nothing 'innocent' about it. It
felt as though my every secret libido expressed itself at once. With no
restrictions. For the first time, those little doors that locked in my
most personal and private passions were wide open. I remember staring
into his soft hazel eyes, trying to focus on him in the darkness of my
room. Even without any light to go by, I felt as though I could make out
every detail, every smooth curve of his face, every soft angle of his
thin red lips...even the honey blond color of his hair. I was so
breathless in front of him. We were sitting on my bed, facing each
other, not saying a word for the longest time. And when I finally leaned
forward, he came to meet me half way. I felt my soul blaze with his
virgin kiss, and my heart inflated to maximum capacity as my emotions
came rushing to the surface. How could that have been a dream? I could
TASTE him! I can still taste him!

I laid him down and snuggled up beside him, letting my fingers nervously
run under his shirt to feel his soft flat belly underneath. My index
finger played delicate in his cute little navel, and his stomach
tightened with a boyish giggle as he leaned forward to kiss my neck. My
hand got more courage as I felt his tongue on my skin, his hands joined
mine in their exploration. I pulled his shirt off and over his head, his
chest still displaying that perfect midwestern solidity that made it so
delectible. It made my mouth water, and I leaned in to suckle gently at
his nipples, feeling them become stiff and erect in my mouth. Feeling
the goosebumps raise up on his once smooth skin as the coolness of the
wind blowing in through my window gave him a chill. My hand worked its
way into his pants, and held his heated, stiffened rod in my grip. It
was soooo warm. And it pulsed tenderly as he gave a low moan that caused
the vibrations to run through my lips, still connected to his chest. As
the dream went on, more clothes seemed to vanish, kisses continued, and
I became more and more aroused. But...where my 'normal' dreams would
have stopped with their concept of sexual passion...this one kept taking
it up to another level. Things I never really entertained before. There
were no more limits this time. I don't think I had ever been so...'open'
to these thoughts before.

Completely nude and writhing around with Casey beneath me, our legs
locked together as we began to grind into each other harder and harder,
the dream took me to new heights. His hips were lifting me off of the
bed he was pressing so hard into me. And I fought to anchor him back
down, my kisses becoming animalistic. Almost desperate. Our breathing
was practically making us dizzy, and huffs and short gasps were all that
could be heard throughout the room. I felt myself let go completely, and
moaned out loud. Whimpering unashamed as he followed me into vocal
expressions of pleasure. The grunts and cries got louder, and we started
humping each other with more aggression. His hands moved down my naked
back to tightly grip my soft cheeks and pull me further into him. His
tongue filled my mouth, and we kissed even harder than before, my arms
wrapping around his neck to hold on. God...it was INTENSE! Fireworks
went off inside of me, and my mind was spinning out of control. I felt
Casey's fingers move close to the center of my cheeks, as though
searching for something. And as they got closer and closer to their
target, I felt my heartbeat racing to keep up. He entered me...slowly at
first, and then began to stretch me open with a second finger. I was so
overcome with lust at that point, that I sat up on his chest and reached
back to grab a hold of his stiffened member. I wanted it. I needed it.
As Kyla would say, I had an 'itch' to scratch, and there was only one
part of Casey capable of reaching it.

I remember the feel of him sliding slowly into me. I remember the gasp
he took once the head popped inside past the constricted ring. I
remember the way his stomach muscles tightened up into a taut teenage
sixpack as my warm hole engulfed his inches until I was sitting flat on
his lap. I couldn't wait another moment. I raised up, and swallowed him
again. Raised up, and swallowed him again. Picking up speed as he
gasped, squirmed, and wiggled beneath me. I had to reach down and hold
onto his chest, my fingers rubbing back and forth over his nipples as he
pushed up into me lustfully. He grabed onto my ass cheeks and slammed me
down harder on his root, causing louder moans to escape from my lips. He
had reached a spot in me that set my whole world on fire, and the more
his length passed over it, the more I wanted it to fill me up inside. I
wanted it bigger, longer, harder, faster...I was possessed. I was
close, he was close, and when I leaned down to french kiss him on the
lips, still bouncing on him from behind...that kiss....that kiss....

That was the last I remembered of the dream. It was at that point that I
woke up ready to explode. I was stiff again just thinking about it. I
couldn't get it to go down, or the feeling to leave my body. But what
really confused me is that I never had such...raunchy dreams
about another boy before. Kissing and sucking and a few acts that could
be considered a bit more 'tame'. But nothing like the dreams I've been
having since I've been here. Maybe Casey just brought those deep seeded
passions out of me. Maybe Sebastian's arousal did it. Or...and this
confused me the most...maybe those little 'doors' inside of me were
opened just from hearing Cyrus speak. Just from seeing the way he stared
at me, as though he didn't have a fear, a doubt, or a secret in the
world. Without shame or insecurities of any kind. Since meeting him, I
actually 'felt' a little different. And I don't think anyone else had
ever affected me that way before.

"Wes...get up. Let's go. You've gotta walk today, remember? Move it." My
Dad said as he peeked in. I certainly hope he ddn't see this giant TENT
in the middle of my sheets.

"I'm gonna go to camp too today." Said Nick in a boyish whisper from
under his sheets. I looked over, and he was wrapped up in his blanket
like a little baby doll. As much as I complained about it...I have to
admit, everything that boy does just looks adorable. It made me
smile.

"So they're making you go too, huh?"

"Nope. I'm going cause I'm bored." Nick looked over his shoulder for a
second, then whispered, "All Mom does is clean all day. I think it's
kinda neurotic if you ask me."

"Hehehe! Yeah...I agree." I said, and got out of bed. Hiding my still
hard member with a bundle of clothes that I wore yesterday. I reached
under his blanket and ruffled Nick's hair playfully as I went into the
bathroom to get dressed. No time to 'take care' of my little problem
this morning. Especially with Nick being awake and all. But that just
means I'll have more to take care of later. I just hope I can keep it
from getting out of control. As rowdied up as I am now, I'll be naked
and humping a tree by lunch.

My mom knew that I wasn't going to get to the mess hall in time to grab
a quick breakfast, so she made me a few bacon and egg sandwiches before
leaving the house. My dad was already gone, and Nick wasn't going until
later that morning, so I was on my own. I grabbed my portable cd player
and a few choices pieces of music, and started my hike. I figured I
should be able to make it there in a decent amount of time. I'll eat on
the way.

I was walking on a downward decline most of the way, my music completely
erasing the concept of time for me, and wasn't too far from turning down
the road that would take me directly to camp. My headphones were playing
pretty loud, but they weren't THAT loud. Not loud enough to keep me from
hearing the sound of an engine speeding up behind me. I moved
instinctively to the side of the road, but it sounded like they were
coming straight FOR me! I turned around quickly and dropped my cd player
on the ground as I saw a dirty old green pickup truck barreling at me
top speed! I didn't even have time to scream really. My main concern was
to put my hands out and jump back before getting mowed down by the
fucking thing! The truck slammed on the breaks, and I was
consumed by a giant cloud of dust as it spun to the side and stopped
just INCHES from in front of me!!! I couldn't see through all of the
settling dirt from the rod, but having somebody scare me like that out
of the blue turned my confusion to instant anger.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?!?!?!" I shouted, kicking the side of the
truck as hard as I could, coughing from all of the dust. "WATCH WHERE
YOU'RE GOING!!! YOU COULD'VE KILLED ME!!!" The dust began to
settle some more, the cloud fading away, and when I looked up again I
saw Cyrus sitting in the driver's seat of the truck. Grinning at me like
he thought it was the funniest thing in the world to see me jump like
that. Scout was sitting on Kristin's lap in the long front seat, and
Sebastian was sitting closest to the window. John Boy and the twins were
in the back of the truck. They had yet another good laugh at my
expense. "It's NOT funny!!!"

"Yeah? Well it worked, thanks." I grumbled. "Now that you had your big
laugh for the day, I've got places to be." I began to walk around the
truck and get to the turn in the road, but Cyrus beckoned me back.

"That's kinda what I wanted to talk to you about, Wesley." He said, and
I turned around. "Come here." I didn't move at first, not an inch. "Come
HERE, already! What am I gonna do, BITE you?" He giggled. I slowly
walked back to the truck, and looked in through the window, Sebastian's
untouched beauty nearly blinding me from this close up.

"What is it?"

"We didn't see you at Rainbow's End last night. I was kinda looking
forward to talking to you some more."

"Talking? Is that what you called it?" I asked sarcastically.

Cyrus grinned, but never let me leave his gaze. "I have a bit of a short
temper, but you need not worry about that. I can be a really lovable
person once you get to know me."

"I'm afraid I don't have that kind of time." I said, tapping the side of
the truck and starting to walk away again.

"So make time." He said, his 'pull' on me increasing in such a
subtle way that his suggestions were almost becoming law.

"Because....because my dad will KILL me if I skip out on my duties!" I
said. Why was I even explaining myself to him. I should just walk away,
right? Just walk away Wes...just....just walk away.

"You're dad's NOT gonna kill you, Wesley. He'll be MAD for a little
while, sure. And you may have to listen to a few dumb lectures and
possibly a few insults of character...but honestly...what's the worst
thing that could happen? Huh? You're already on punishment." He
waited for my answer, and as confident as I was that camp was the place
I should be...I didn't have an immediate answer for him. I can't explain
why, I just wasn't so sure that I wanted to turn him down. "C'mon, Wes.
Do you really wanna go back to camp and deal with those corny
little brats? Or would you rather hang out with us and have some 'real'
fun instead?" He said. Cyrus had a way of making the whole world seem to
tilt in his favor, and it was hard to resist. "If you want...we'll let
you ride on Sebastian's lap." He giggled. And a strong blush came to my
kiss as Sebastian looked over at me and blew me a kiss. Dammit...I HATED
him for being so....addictive. "Or maybe he can sit on YOUR lap.
Whichever one you prefer. He's quite flexible on the whole idea,
I assure you." Cyrus' demonic smirk could slice a hole right through you
if you looked at it long enough.

"No thanks. I...I should get going. I'm gonna be....late." I said
nervously, and I picked up my cd player and tried to leave. I really
TRIED. But Cyrus' pull was much too strong. Especially when the others
began to help him convince me.

They were all smiling and goofing around while they were singing, with
the twins doing a little dance, twisting their sim hips around to the
tune. I laughed outloud at their motions and their loud, awful, singing.
That's when Cyrus pointed at me and said, "Ah! You see? He's smiling
already! LOUDER, gang!"

"KUM BI YAH, WESLEY!!! KUM BI YAH!!!" They started at the
top of their lungs and I put both of my hands out to stop them!

And then, from the front seat, Sebastian gave me the sweetest look. One
that I should have had enough sense to ignore, but my heart was already
enchanted by him. And he said softly, "Please?"

It was stupid of me. I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have even
THOUGHT it! But as my will to be loyal to my father gave way to typical
teenage rebellion and the search for sex and candy...I gave in. With a
hesitated step, and a loud frustrated sigh...I actually gave in.
"Maybe....sighh.....maybe just for a little while..."

A thunderous CHEER erupted from all parties of the vehicle! Startling me
at first, and then making me laugh. "Welcome aboard, my friend." John
Boy said as the twins helped me onto the back of the truck. There was
more shouting and cheering, and they all patted me on the head and the
shoulders, trying to get me to feel good about ditching my
responsibilities. I smiled along with them, but that wasn't good enough.
Not for this bunch. They absolutely refused to let me just sit
there and grin. They kept poking me, nudging me, screaming at me until I
was literally laughing outloud and screaming with them. It felt so damn
stupid, so silly...at first. But then something gave way inside
of me. And the screams weren't just for 'show' anymore. It was like
something deep down was finally given a voice, and shouting it out
became an actual physical release for some of the angst and frustration
that I had been building up ever since that day in church when darryl
set me up. I think Cyrus could tell too. Maybe he heard the change in my
voice, maybe he could feel the release of my soul. But whatever it was,
he was waiting for that slight transformation to occur in me...and only
THEN did he start the car up again.

I heard Cyrus briefly shout back to us, "Hold on, junior!" And he turned
the music up FULL BLAST and peeled away from the side of the road! The
loud rock guitars flooded the entire area around us, and the whole
truck was vibrating from the sound! The sudden eruption of sound
nearly scared me out of my skin, it was so loud! And when the car jerked
forward, I was thrown to the floor in the back of the truck. I fell to
my knees, and luckily John Boy was able to reach out and catch me before
I landed flat on my face. I wuld have said thank you, but he wouldn't
have heard me anyway. And it was at that very moment, as I sat back up
to see the road I was supposed to have gone down...disappearing
in the distance...that I sold Cyrus another piece of my soul. He turned
in the opposite direction, and hit the gas, racing me away from my
salvation, and leading me into God knows what. I'd love to be able to
say that the guilt and my common sense stayed with me the entire way.
I'd love to say that I was more of a hostage than a willing participant
in all of this. But to be honest...all that doubt melted away the second
that road to camp was out of my sight. And I joined the other partying
teenagers in making a bunch of noise for no reason. It felt GOOD! And
they embraced me completely. After everything they had done to me, I
needed to embrace them back. I HAD to. It was all I thought about when
they were around, and to get just a taste of that love from them was
like a drug. An adrenaline rush that shot through like lightning. My
whole body felt alive.....truly alive.

The music seemed to get even louder as we rode down lonely roads,
passing a few residences on the way, and probably rattling their
windows too. Cyrus' driving left something to be desired. There were
plenty of times when he'd hit a bump in the road, or take an especially
sharp turn, that would nearly toss us ALL off the back of that truck.
Almost as if it was his intention to do so. I think he was
seriously getting a kick out of it. John Boy and the twins certainly
were, cheering with their hands in the air to feel the low hanging
branches and leaves above us. And despite the small jolts of fear that I
had of being hurt...I found myself laughing almost uncontrollably. The
louder the music, the faster the truck went, the more the curves of the
road caused me to lean and sway and almost fall...the harder I laughed.
And the harder they laughed WITH me. I didn't even know where we were
going, but after the first ten minutes of driving...I just didn't care
anymore.

It wasn't much longer after that, that I felt the car start to slow down
a bit, and Cyrus' turns got a little bit more careful. Suddenly, the
hard rocking music from up front stopped, and he put in another tape.
The volume was still way up though. I sat up a little higher on the side
of the truck to see where we were, and it looked like we were going
right through the center of town. It was pretty busy too for this early
in the day. Suddenly, the music blasted on again. Some kind of slow
ballad type of song....

I saw everybody else in the truck start laughing and cheering again as
Cyrus headed for the town square. I didn't quite get it, but the
playfulness of everybody else sucked me into their game. They were
singing proudly along with the song at full volume,

"...And then I met his best friend....and he took me to his
hooouuuuuuuse.....and I said, I said, I said...."

And suddenly...the tune changed, some heavy bass kicked in, and they all
shouted along with the song...

"PUT IN MY MOUTH!!! (SHE SAID PUT IT IN HER MOUTH!) I SAID MY
MOTHERFUCKING MOUTH!!! (I MEAN HER MOTHERFUCKING MOUTH!!!) PUT IN
MY MOUTH!!! (SHE SAID PUT IT IN HER MOUTH!) I SAID MY MOTHERFUCKING
MOUTH!!! (I MEAN HER MOTHERFUCKING MOUTH!!!)"

Oh...my...God! My eyes shot open as wide as they could possibly go, and
my mouth dropped open! They were all singing it as loud as they possibly
could, dancing around and making as much noise as they possibly could.
They knew every word, and shouted it out until their voices cracked! I
looked forward, and we were entering town, with people EVERYWHERE! Not
just any people, mind you! But little kids, senior citizens,
COPS...holy rolling, bible loving, God fearing people! I immediately
sunk down to the floor, hiding from anybody who might be watching. But
the twins alone were making enough noise to attract the attention of
everybody in town. The song kept going....and the lyrics got
WORSE! I think it was, like, the dirtiest song I had ever
heard.

"Treating your teeth like dentists! As I'm rubbing them, with an
erection like injections! FUCK IT! I'll be druggin' them! Numbing up
their tonsils...like Ambesol anisthetic! Cummin' down ya throat like
Chloraseptic! No time for apologin'...girlfriend if you're (GULP!)
Swallowing! (GURGLE!) Gargling! I'm giving bitches permanent BIZ! Put
your lips HERE! And catch these DAMN facial hairs in your mouth!!! Put
it in my mouth! (Put it in your mouth!) In my motherfucking mouth! (I
said your MOTHERFUCKING mouth!) Or you can just eat me out!"

I was blushing so hard that my face felt hot, literally terrified. I was
sure that we would be run out of town with torches and pitchforks any
minute! Cyrus slowed down even more! What the hell was he DOING!
"Cyrus???" I shouted!

"What's the matter, Wes?" He shouted back, giggling to himself.

"Turn it DOWN, man! They're gonna lynch us around
here!"

"Would you be surprised if I said 'no', Wes?" He laughed, and I
swear...the music got louder!

"Omigod...." I sunk all the way to my back on the floor. The LOOKS we
must be getting from people!

"WESLEY! Come on! What are you doing? Get up!" Razor shouted down to me,
as Shank took a hold of my hands. He was trying to physically 'pull' me
up to my feet, but I fought back. Rolling over on my stomach, covering
my face in shame.

"Get him up boys!" Cyrus laughed. Why was he doing this??? Why is he so
damn insistent on embarassing me?

I felt the twins wrap their arms around my waist, and with a quick jerk,
the pulled me up to my feet. They must have been a hell of a lot
stronger than they looked, because it didn't take them any effort at
all.

I peeked around me, and the folks walking on the sidewalk looked
absolutely HORRIFIED! Some of them grabbed their children and ran into
the first store they saw with their door open. People were rolling up
their car windows, and some of the older ones were crossing themselves
or shaking their fists at us. They were SO angry! SO offended! I
wanted to DIE being a part of this! But the twins kept me standing, and
began to dance with me in the back of the truck. "Let me GO!" I shouted,
my face almost 'purple' at this point! But they didn't. They wouldn't.
They each took an arm, and danced around with me in the middle. I felt
Shank move up behind me, and snake his arms around my chest as he pushed
his pelvis into my ass. And with a dip in his knees, he swung my hips
back and forth for me. While Razor flailed my arms around for me.
Basically making me their puppet while I just tried to close my eyes and
block out the dirty looks we were getting from the people in the
area.

Then John Boy got up, faking a limp wrist and pouting out his lips with
a smile. "Come on, Wes...sing with us!"

"These people are going to hunt us down and murder us, you know that
right?"

"No they won't." He said confidently. "That's fantasy. Give in to it."
John Boy gave me a comforting look, as though he couldn't see anyone
around us freaking out. "Don't be scared, Wes. Give in....go ahead. It's
ok. I promise."

Cyrus looked back at us, and shouted, "You gotta let go, Wesley! It's SO
much better if you just let go!"

"Cyrus...this is INSANE!"

"You're damn RIGHT it's insane! Doesn't it feel great???" He laughed,
and started honking the horn to get the attention of everyone who wasn't
already running from the music. "Let go, babe! I KNOW you want
to!"

"C'mon....sing..." John Boy whispered.

"SING!" The twins said simultaneously.

"You....you guys..." I just wanted to sink to the floor again. It's
kinda hard to block out all of society and just...just....'have fun'.

Have....fun...

The second I thought it...it suddenly became clear what Cyrus was trying
to do. It was this sudden moment of discovery, where I was beginning to
finally understand. Much like Cyrus had done when he came across the
singing campers in the woods, he just didn't give a shit about anybody
else. He was having fun. REAL fun! And as humiliating as this whole
thing was...I was still standing. I mean...it wasn't all that bad. In
fact, looking at those angry faces in the street, I kinda got a little
rush from it. I felt my blush fading, and as the twins continued
to dance with me, my smile began to spread slowly on my lips again.
"THERE IT IS!!! THERE'S that smile I was looking for!" Cyrus shouted!
"Wooooo! Give 'em a show, tiger!"

My smile turned into a giggle, and my giggle turned into a laugh as they
encouraged even more freedom out of me. The others applauded me, even
Sebastian, who was usually the quiet one.

"Thatta boy! Come on! Sing!" John Boy grinned, and started swishing
around like a sissy in front of me, singing the girl's part. "Well
you can lick, you can flip it, you can taste it! I'm talking every drip
drop! Don't you waste it! Baby, slurp it up! It's enough to fill your
cup! It's finger licking good, and I'm wishing it would....go down kinda
slow, or even fast! I was sprung once I felt your tongue in the crack of
my ass...."

"Jesus...." I said, blushing again.

"NO!!! Don't blush! SING!!! Let go already!" John Boy told me, and shook
me by the shoulders. Then he turned me towards the street, and held me
from behind while the twins and the folks inside the truck clapped and
whistled for me. I covered my face with a giggle, but they took a hold
of my wrists and brought my hands back down to my sides. "Look them in
the eye!" He said.

"But....I..."

"FUCK 'EM!!!" The twins yelled, and they all crowded around me to chant
in my ear. "Sing!"

"Hehehe! I don't even KNOW this song!" I laughed.

"Just repeat what you hear! Don't WORRY about it being vulgar or
whatever, just SAY it! Let GO!!!" John Boy and the rest were
determined to adopt me into their weird little philosophy, and while I
felt dirty doing it, I wanted to join in. I felt the twins loosen their
grip on me, and I felt my body dancing to the beat all on its own.
"That's it!" John Boy said. And began to sing with the song again,
repeating the same phrase over and over. He said it right in front of my
face, trying to get me to repeat after him. The twins joined him in
stereo behind me, urging me on further. And I listened to the lyrics as
they continued to repeat themselves. John Boy and the twins looked me
directly in the eye, screaming the repetition inmy face, urging me to
join them. Enthusiastically rooting for me as they said it loud enough
for me to catch on.

"People throughout the world, yeah, it's your PICK! What do you wanna
lick??? Pussy or Dick??? People throughout the world, yeah, it's your
PICK! What do you wanna lick??? Pussy or Dick???"

I couldn't believe that I was doing this! But as they kept chanting the
same lyrics around me, I absorbed the words. And soon began to quietly
chant the lyrics along with them. "LOUDER!!!" Cyrus shouted, so I said
them a little bit louder. "LOUDER!!!" So I began to shout them
out almost as loud as they did! My mouth as polluted and vulgar as it
has ever been. But it all came out, and the louder I got, the more they
roared for me to release myself completely. By the time we had hit the
end of the town square, I was screaming at the top of my lungs, and
having the time of my LIFE!!! It was probably the worst thing I had ever
done, and I was sure that the townspeople would be filing complaints and
looking for the culprits soon. But my concern for their feelings faded
quickly. I was dacing on the back of a truck! ME! It was so surreal! And
I never wanted to stop!

And when the tape stopped....they started it over again. And this time I
sung with them every bit of the way. Cyrus was proud of me, I could
tell, and everyone in the back either shook my hand or gave me a high
five. That was it. I was 'in'. They LOVED me, and something about that
made me love myself. As the truck sped out of town, I thanked the stars
for making the decision to go with them today. They were right...I would
have regretted it if I hadn't.